I love Easter, especially when it comes in late April.  The parallel between the natural world and the spiritual celebration is a powerful illustration of the day’s deepest meaning.  The world is coming alive again.  With hints of color in our yard, green popping up, dead things falling away as new life sprouts, I am ready to feel the joy of a different kind of resurrection.  A capital R Resurrection. 

We had a rough winter, and the fresh air and sunshine feels like a perfect balm for a very sore spirit.  The story of Christ conquering death is the good news I need.  Everything is a live again–body, mind, and spirit.  It’s an exciting time, and the Easter weekend was the kind of celebrating that we needed.

Here’s a look…